Still on the sly, Molly and I had been together for nearly a year and the consulting contract was nearing an end. Soon I'd be returning to the home office in Chicago. I'd soon be made a senior vice president and my compensation package would be nearing the million-dollar mark. Ultimately, we would be discovered no matter how hard we tried to hide the relationship. At best, we'd have only two more months together before it would end. Summer would soon be over.

I'd rented a cabin near a lake that was nestled in some woods. It was a perfect place to get away for some relaxation and afforded total privacy so we could be together on weekends without the risk being seen near the apartments. We were snuggled next to each other on the deck, stretched out on a big lounge.

"I want you to do something for me," Molly said. There was a serious tone in her voice. "Do you really love me? As much as I love you?"

"You know I love you more than life itself and I'll do anything I can for you. What do you want?"

Molly took a deep breath and I felt her body shudder slightly. "I want you to impregnate me. I want to have your baby."

I was in shock. For nearly an hour we talked about it, all the problems, Molly being a single mother with a mixed race child. Still, I knew it was something she really wanted.

"Our time together will end soon," she said sadly. "We've talked about that but I want something to keep me close to you forever. Something that's a part of us both."

Against my better judgment, I agreed and Molly went off the pill. Her cycle was steady as a rock and we knew when she'd be fertile next month. The timing was set and we each arranged to take some days off to extend a weekend. In the meantime I looked in vain for some way we could stay together but finally concluded it was not to be. To leave her pregnant was almost more than I could stand but I understood how important it was to her. The burden would be hers and I hated that but a part of our love would endure. I had gone to a custom jeweler and had a ring made for her. It was a broad wedding band with a large diamond.

Knowing Molly's love of being given an enema and her belief that it opened her cervical canal, I obtained a balloon catheter and a new three quart enema bag. She had never been able to take more than two quarts even though she wanted to and couldn't hold it very long. The catheter would solve that matter. If she was really correct about her cervix then over the next few days she'd be shot full of enough sperm to guarantee results.

We each had a key to the cabin and didn't have to travel together. When I arrived, Molly was waiting for me. It had been three days since we'd seen each other and I would return to Chicago after we left the cabin. This would probably be our last time together and neither wanted it to end.

"I love you so much," she said before we were locked in a kiss that nearly made me want to rip her clothes off. When we finally broke she looked up at me with a smile. "The way you kiss me makes my panties wet."

We ate an early dinner and went out on the deck to watch the sun set. For a long time I held her close to me with my arms around her from behind. Molly wasn't wearing a bra and I couldn't help sliding my hands up until I cupped her breasts, my thumbs lightly circling her nipples.

"I love the way you touch me," she sighed and covered my hands to press them against her.

Having me give her an enema was an erotic experience and sometimes she reached and orgasm. Knowing the pleasure it gave her, I was glad to oblige. When she quietly told me she hadn't gone in two days, I knew what she wanted.

I cut her off with a smile. "You probably need an enema to make you feel better. I think you should have one with a little soap and then a nice rinse."

"I love it when you give me an enema," she purred. "It feels so good going in and makes me feel so warm inside. I like it coming out too and it makes me feel so clean inside." It was like an admission of defeat when she added, "I wish I could hold it longer and take more."

Molly was putting some towels on the bed and setting up the trusty camera tripod while I filled her douche bag, added some mild soap and attached the nozzle. The Foley could wait. For a moment I just held her before slowly undressing her.

"I'd have never guessed I'd love getting an enema," she murmured before adding, "at least from you. All I remember is how much I hated it when Mom had to give me one. I always feel so good when you do it." She gave me a squeeze. It always makes me so horny, as if I wasn't already horny enough to scream."

Molly got on her knees and hugged a pillow. With my finger well coated with KY, I started a gentle circular motion around her puckered anus. "Hmmmmmm...that feels soooo good," she sighed, her hips slowly moving with me. Gradually, I increased the pressure but didn't push in.

"Go in!" she suddenly cried and thrust her hips back driving my finger all the way into her rectum. When I put pressure against the wall next to her vagina, Molly started bucking against my finger, her hips gyrating wildly. By the time I pulled out she was panting hard.

I smeared the residue of the KY on the nozzle even though she was well lubricated. "You've got such a nice ass," I whispered. Her anus was pulsating, first clenching and then relaxing in anticipation of the insertion. When I touched the nozzle tip to her opening, Molly jerked slightly, sucked in a deep breath and held perfectly still. Muffled by her face on he pillow, I heard her moan when I eased the nozzle in just past the side holes in the flare. She was still holding her breath when I opened the clamp.

"Ahhhhh...it's going in. I feel it...so warm."

Molly relaxed, savoring the warmth that was surging into her rectum. Twisting the nozzle back and forth, I slipped it in deeper. Her back arched as she took it until only the hose was outside her body. I held her that way for a minute before beginning to stroke her with the nozzle and rotating it back and forth. She had taken a little over half the bag when a cramp made her groan. Holding the nozzle with one hand, I reached under her to massage her belly. The cramp passed and she took the rest but was breathing hard when the bag flattened. Her anus was gripping the nozzle and I knew she was starting to struggle with the soapy water.

"Oh God!" she wailed. "I have to get up."

I barely got the nozzle out before she dashed off to the toilet. By the time I got to her she had already evacuated a long burst and was clutching at her belly. I'd hold her, rub her belly and flush the toilet while she evacuated the rest of the soapy mixture. Finally she was empty and sat there looking up at me with a satisfied expression with beads of perspiration on her forehead. After cleaning up I cradled her in my arms on the bed while she rested.

"It's time to rinse the soap out," I told her. "Stay there and I'll get everything ready."

Molly was laying face down on the bed when I took the package containing the catheter and new bag into the bathroom. After thoroughly cleaning everything I filled the bag with three quarts of very warm water, attached the catheter and vented the air. I doubted she'd be able to take three quarts but it was ready if she could. She rolled over on her side when I returned.

"What's that?" she asked when I hung the bag.

"It's a balloon catheter. The balloon will be inflated inside you and let you retain the enema. I know how you'd like to hold it longer and sometimes take a little more."

"I like that idea. It should keep me open too," she added, knowing I'd understand.

Her emotions were a mix of apprehension coupled with excited anticipation while I lubed her making sure the insertion wouldn't be uncomfortable. Being as careful as I could, I eased the catheter into her rectum. The six inch long tube had a single opening at the tip and was about the diameter as her douche nozzle.

Molly took the catheter tube without trouble, noting that she could feel it deep inside. I had her push back to help get the balloon through her canal but, with a couple groans it was well placed. I'd already check how many times to squeeze the inflation bulb and asked her if she was ready. The first squeeze made her jump and she gasp loudly. Two more squeezes and I knew the balloon was fully inflated.

"Oh God! It feels so big," she wailed. "I feel full like when you..." She didn't finish the sentence but I knew what she meant.

With "Uhhhs", "Ahhhhs" and other sounds of pleasure, Molly began to fill. She'd wiggle her hips making the hose sway back and forth as the warm water worked its way deeper into her empty bowels.

"Let me lay down so you can hold me," she said when she'd taken a little over a quart.

With some fumbling, she lay on her side facing me and pressed her body against me. "It's so good like this," she whispered. Nearing two quarts, she started cramping. I clamped the hose and rolled her on her back to massage her belly before restarting the flow. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't resist and leaned down to suck her nipple in my mouth while my hand slipped over her slit. Molly let out loud moan and spread her legs to give me access. I kissed my way down her chest and over her belly, flicking her clit with my tongue a few times before sucking the swollen orb between my lips. The musky scent of her juices filled my nostrils while I feasted on the lovely woman that writhed beneath me.

Molly was thrashing on the bed, struggling with the enema that was stretching her bowels and the sexual tension that was driving her to an orgasm. She had taken over two quarts but now the back pressure had stopped the flow. I managed to set both clamps and unhook the catheter from the delivery hose.

"Oh God stop!" she screamed. "Don't make me cum now. Please don't," she pleaded. "I'll cum so hard. Let me cum with you, when you're inside me."

I eased her down from the brink while she struggled with the trapped enema that had become painful. "I feel so full," she mumbled softly. There was a loud gurgle, deep in her bowels, that made her groan and clutch at her belly. "It hurts."

I had to help her off the bed. Molly's belly was grossly distended, bloated from the enema she carried, and felt hard as a rock. "I look like I'm pregnant," she said and tried to smile but I could tell the weight of the water while she stood was truly painful. Several tremors shook her while she braced herself over the toilet seat to let me deflate the balloon and pull it out. For nearly a minute she couldn't expel any of the enema and sat there with sweat rolling down her face. Suddenly, she let out a loud gasp and clutched at her belly. An instant later a torrent of enema water gushed from her body, then for a few seconds the only sound was her heavy breathing. Molly was barely able to catch her breath before she seemed to empty her bowels in another massive expulsion.

We took a long hot shower together, holding each other while the water pelted our bodies. Molly wanted to wash her hair so I got out of the shower, put on a Terry cloth robe, slipped the ring into a pocket and relaxed on the big lounge on the deck. The moon was full and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees.

I almost didn't hear her when she came out. Molly was wearing a shear white dressing gown with a deep neckline and standing in the doorway holding a flower. Back lit from a light inside, I could see her body as a silhouette through the gossamer material of the gown. Walking to me, I could see the gentle sway of her breasts, the dark areola contrasting against the white material, her nipples poking at the fabric, beckoning to me. For a while we stood in the moonlight with her back to me and my arms wrapped around her.

"I have something for you," I said and turned her around to face me. "If it can't be the way we want, then I will marry you in my heart." I slipped the ring on her finger.

Molly looked at the ring, and a tear ran down her face. "And in my heart I will always be your wife and you will be my husband." I wiped the tear from her face and she smiled at me again before kissing me.

Molly sat sideways, her legs over mine, and rested her head on my shoulder. I loved the feeling of her warm body next to me. Firm, yet smooth and so soft as I ram my hand down her back, over her buttocks and down her legs. She nestled as close to me as she could get while I held her. The scent of lilac soap filed my nostrils.

"I love the way you hold me," she murmured. "It makes feel so safe and so loved."

"You are safe and I hold you this way because I love you."

"I know. I can tell," she whispered before gently kissing me.

"Molly, are you sure? Very sure? You know what will happen if we make love now. You know what will happen inside you, what it will do to you. If you have any doubt, I brought some..."

She put her hand over my mouth to stop me. "You know the only two things I want in the world. If I can't live with you forever as your wife, I want you to give me the only other thing that's important to me."

Molly was looking at her ring, the diamond sparkling in the moonlight. "It's so beautiful and means so much to me. I'll never take it off nor will I ever wear another's." I knew what she meant. "Come, let's go to bed," she whispered.

While I was alone on the deck she had decorated the bedroom with flowers and lit some scented candles. In the flickering light we stood facing each other for a moment. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and, although I loved her deeply, another thought filled my mind. It's one thing to feel the excitement while looking at a woman, any woman, that you're about to make love to. But I found it totally different knowing that the woman before me was fertile and when my sperm shot into her body I would be making her pregnant. What we both felt was the primal mating urge. I sensed the animal like urgency to reproduce as Molly untied her gossamer white robe, slipped off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor to stand naked before me. A moment later we were both naked.

"I will love only you," she said. She folded herself into my arms, her body against me. I could feel her erect nipples pressing on my chest. "Only you will ever breed me."

We lay together on the bed, gently fondling each other while the tension built. "You may have a bout with morning sickness," I softly told her, "but it won't last long." My finger traced a circle on her belly. "In a month or so you notice the swelling as our baby grows inside you. Before long you'll not be able to hide your pregnancy." With a light touch, I let my fingers drift over her heaving breasts to gently stroke her nipple that had become rock hard and jutted prominently out. "Later, your areola will darken and your nipples with thicken. Toward the end, your breasts will become heavy with milk as your body prepares to feed the child. If I were with you, I'd open your nipples and suck the milk from you to make you more comfortable."

"That would feel sooo good," she murmured, her torso and hips starting to twist back and forth.

My hand drifted down her belly. Molly spread her legs and thrust her pelvis up at me. Her labia were swollen and spread, exposing the entrance to her vagina that was oozing her sweet nectar. To her, I was tormenting her and witholding what her body craved.

"Don't make me wait any longer," she cried. "I need to feel you deep inside me again, driving me wild as you carry me to an orgasm that we have together. I want to feel the heat when you cum inside me, filling me with your love."

Molly pulled me between her wide spread legs, and drew her knees up to her shoulders. Her arms were wrapped tight around me as I lowered myself. With a solid thrust I drove hard into the back of her vagina and skewered her to the bed. Briefly she gasp and then let out an ear piercing scream. Again and again I pounded into her twisting body, not caring if I was hurting her. The surge of pressure that signaled I was about to cum welled up quickly and with a wailing cry I drove into her as hard as I could and pinned her writhing body to the bed. I don't remember ever having such a forceful ejaculation as the first spurt of my sperm shot into her. Molly screamed again and pushed her hips up at me so hard I was lifted off the bed. Her fingers dug painfully into my back. Another hard spurt and again she cried out, her eyes tightly closed and a grimace on her face. I don't know how long it lasted but I finally collapsed on her, gasping for breath.

Molly was struggling to breath as if she were suffocating but desperately clung to me. I could feel the rippling contraction in her vagina, her body milking the last drops from my withering erection. Finally, I could feel her body starting to relax and started to roll over to cradle her in my arms.

"Nooooo," she wailed and locked her legs around me. "Stay inside me. Make me keep it all inside."

Try though I did, my wilted member finally slipped from her warm wet embrace. The only sound was our heavy breathing as we held each other, never wanting to let go.

"I could feel it going in," she whispered. "It was so hot and it went in me so far. I felt it going all the way up inside me. I can still feel it...so warm." Molly squirmed closer as if she needed total contact. "I've never cum so hard," she said and kissed my ear. "I wish I could keep you inside me forever."

I blew out the candles and then held her close to me, gently stroking her body and kissing her, until we fell asleep.